"Ah, see," she grinned. "I knew there was a reason I couldn't find my favorite yellow shirt this morning." She clucked her tongue, tsking him gently. "The incognito gypsy lady strikes again."
She hazarded a glance across the way to another bright flyer taped up where it would be seen by comers and goers. She'd seen one stuck to the window glass at the Salvo she'd been to. "No. My guess would be that it was SeƱor Devereux. His name's on them anyway."